In awe I stand beneath that cross
And gaze upon the One;
Full well I know that suff’ring form
Is God’s own precious Son.
In fear I stand beneath that cross;
It’s not mere man I see,
But God! Creator! King and Lord
Is dying there for me!
In shame I stand beneath that cross,
In shame I hide my face,
For it’s my sin which hung Him there;
He died there in my place.
In love I stand beneath that cross
While tears unbidden flow,
To think that He, the sinless One,
Could love a sinner so.
In peace I stand beneath that cross;
Sin’s burdens roll away.
The cleansing blood has been applied.
God’s peace has come to stay.
– Geneva Showerman